"There's the ferry. Won't be long 'til we reach Fillmore," Curt said aloud.

"Fillmore, huh?" Mark said.

"Yeah, we'll stop there to rest before heading north up into the mountains. Is that ok?" Curt asked.

"Actually, it's more than ok...it's my home...although I haven't been there in over a year," Mark shared.

"Do you still have family there?" Autumn inquired.

"My mother and father are still there. They'll be happy to see me I'm sure," Mark answered.

"I should think so," Autumn said.

The four friends arrived at the eastern edge of a large river where there stood a wooden dock with a large ferry preparing to journey to the opposite bank. As the wagon approached the dock, Curt hailed the ferry's captain and asked if they could board. The captain welcomed the caravaners with a shout and a friendly wave, and Curt drove the caravan onto the ferry. As they embarked, Curt noticed that the ferry only had one other passenger: a familiar-looking moogle. Curt stopped the wagon, jumped down, and walked over to the moogle.

"Stiltzkin, is that you?" Curt called.

The moogle, who had been looking out over the river, turned and suddenly smiled.

"Curt! Fancy meeting you here. Where you heading...if you don't mind my asking?" Stiltzkin asked politely.

"We're heading over to Fillmore and then up into the Jorgian Mountains to retrieve our last myrrh droplets. How about you?" Curt replied.

"Well, I'm actually heading up into the mountains too. I'm going to visit my family. Then I'll be heading over to Torenada City for a big moogle convention at Mognet Central Post," Stiltzkin shared.

As the ferry made its way across the river, Curt introduced Stiltzkin to the other members of the caravan, and they all chatted briefly about the recent events in Deloam and Sumira. Finally, the ferry reached the west bank and everyone disembarked. Curt thanked the captain, and then walked over to bid farewell to Stiltzkin.

"Well, Stiltz, 'til we meet again, I suppose," Curt said.

"And I know we shall," Stiltzkin replied cheerfully as he shook Curt's hand.

Stiltzkin turned and began to walk north. Curt mounted the wagon, flicked the reins, and continued the caravan's westward journey.